Pssst

Pssst! (what to do when the world is up in your grill)

keep
throwing
punches
until 
your 
arms
are 
so
tired
that 
they 
feel 
like 
they 
are
about
to
fall
off---
then
start
kicking
(don’t have to be jean-claude---****, get some steel toed boots if it’ll help)---
and 
when 
your
legs
are 
sore
head butt them
and
when your neck is sore
knee 
them 
in the crotch
etc.
etc.
etc.
(seeing a pattern?)


NEVER EVER CEASE THE SLUGFEST.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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